[ hi, we're here in the onsen either curled up in the corner of the cozy group room or slinking into one of the other vacant rooms with futons for some quiet time. zhanlu is resting quietly on a low table humming a soft tune and lin jingheng is sliding the door shut with all of the solemness of a tomb door. thursday is starting to become a particularly obnoxious day. he grinds his teeth and pivots on his heel to crawl onto the futon with lu bixing.
it's the warmth of him that has him unclenching his jaw as he rests his head in one hand, the other with its thumb sliding into the tired space beneath lu bixing's eyes. ]
week 4, curfew in the onsen
it's the warmth of him that has him unclenching his jaw as he rests his head in one hand, the other with its thumb sliding into the tired space beneath lu bixing's eyes. ]
Tired yet?